The guy who hit me was super nice. Even hugged me when we parted, which amused the sheriff. We were sharing an umbrella and stuff. He said it was much more pleasant for him when the parties weren't screaming and cursing at each other. The cop wrote me a 'failure to use due care' or some such thing ticket but told us that if the other guy didn't show up it would be dismissed because he didn't actually see the accident. Other guy said he was sure he would have better things to do that day than go to court. Sheriff also said to just use one of the cheap ticket fixer people and that I shouldn't show up either.

I just feel stupid because I know better than to exit that way because visibility is so bad. And now my car is wrecked.

Oh, Laura, honey. Hugs, and don't feel stupid. Between your boy, and the horrible bank, and stepping in to negotiate the incredibly difficult situation with your BIL's ex and your niece and the grandbaby, on top of all the regular stressors of running a business and just being a grownup in the world, you've been doing incredibly well under circumstances that would unglue most folks. You're so not stupid, you're stressed beyond belief and holding up like a rock star, and a wrecked car sucks but nobody was hurt.

And WOO to the nice driver! It sucks that the accident happens, but what a decent human being, in his reaction.

I'm sorry, Laura. I hope you feel better soon, and that the other guy's insurance takes care of everything.

We've had snow coming down all morning--big, fluffy flakes, for the most part. It's not supposed to stick, since we've been pretty warm lately. Then again, it was supposed to be rain until mid-afternoon, so who knows. I have the wherewithal to try a Greek chicken pie recipe I found, so I'm fine with hanging out and watching it come down. The cat is less thrilled. He cut our walk short after five minutes and has been alternating between licking his paws and giving me a "What is this f---ery, woman?" looks since we came back.

ugh, Laura, I'm sorry that happened. What a pain. But, of course, very glad you were not hurt!!

Regarding having a ring that can be cut off, yes this is a very good thing! My friend fixing his ceiling fan (on a 15-foot ceiling) ended up basically hanging from his wedding ring. Fortunately his wife was there and was able to help him down and cut the ring, a silver band, off. His finger was pretty jacked up, though. He had to get a larger ring to replace the cut one. Also, his wife is an ER doc so she wasn't too phased by how horrible it looked.

My friend injured her finger while fixing a sprinkler head and the ER cut her ring off. She hadn't taken it off in about 30 years and she was way more upset about the ring than her finger. I am not that sentimental at all. If my finger gets injured cut them off right away please.

DH took the car to get an estimate and indeed the frame is bent where I hit the tree. When I saw I was going to get hit I sped up and turned to avoid getting t-boned and likely seriously hurt. This caused me to swerve off the wet road into the grass and smash into the palm tree which smooshed in the back passenger side door. Or the other guy clipping my rear end caused me to spin out, either way, DH assured me that this was a better option than me getting smooshed.

Wah, ok I am letting this go. And have a renewed commitment to riding my bike.

Laura, the nice metal shell of a car is much more preservative than a bike, which you were right, you shouldn't ride in the rain, anyway. There are pros and cons, really.

I'm sorry about your car. But I'm glad you're okay. And if it had to happen, I'm glad the other driver was a nice person and a mensch.

Meanwhile, I'm just grinning at all the Tep'n'Tim engagement talk.

ETA: I just remembered, when H was burned, he got his ring off before there was any swelling. I wore it on my finger with mine as a guard for the ten days or so before he was able to wear it again.

Laura, just echoing what everyone else said, glad you're not hurt, and don't stress too much about it! Shit happens, right?

"We call that one, Bitey."

Ahahaha!

Jewelry is dangerous.

Laura sorry you had an accident, glad the guy was nice.

smonser, sorry to throw out a term and not define. Mixed state is having the symptoms of mania and depression at the same time. I've been feeling jittery and restless and like I want to crawl out of my skin, talking fast, but also sad and weepy and irritable.

Will came over this morning and we had breakfast. Not at our usual place, it's closed not sure what's going on. I introduced Will to Raising Hope the other day so we watched three episodes.

I just feel stupid because I know better than to exit that way because visibility is so bad. And now my car is wrecked.

I totally empathize. When I got hit last year, I was cursing myself because I know that visibility is shit at that intersection and that people often speed. it was my own damned fault, and my beautiful car is gone. So, I feel ya.

But, as I said, the only irreplacable thing is me. It's a pain in the ass, but you walked away.